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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

I never thought I'd say that about summer. I love summer. But this relentless heat . . . the mother-in-law crisis which seems to get better only to escalate again. The book deadline that gets nearer and nearer . . .

Ya know what? I wanna run away from home.

I wanna pack a suitcase, jump on a train and go somewhere. Maybe the Canadian Rockies. (I don't think I can go there directly from my city, but this is fantasy anyway, right?)

I want to eat gourmet meals in a fancy dining car while the tracks below me go clickity-clack. I want to see inspiring vistas and pink and purple sunsets.

And I want to laze back in a seat and READ for PLEASURE for hours and hours on end.